Dubai Guest-workers, leave me to do my job

Dubai guest-workers, leave me alone to do my job!

Sometimes it’s okay to be upset and disappointed in someone. It’s allowed to release your frustrations on people who have done silly things but refuse to face their actions. It’s not okay however to challenge diligent actions by individuals who mean no harm to the society. It’s not okay to elbow good morals and wreck the little uprightness within us.

Thank you for your sense of patriotism to this your so called land of opportunities. You landed here and discovered that your country is backward and unsafe that you cannot trust it with your newly adopted Samsung galaxy S10 and IPhone 10. Plastic patriotism has caused you even to plan a string up of your fellow countrymen for exposing the kind of life you live here, never mind that your most recent accessory is a flag, at least the colors are shared with the flag colors of your backward country.,,, Sorry third-world country.

Your big screen inspired life abroad failed to materialize, you found yourself being bartender, housekeeper and better still mortuary attendant after attaining degree/diploma in a highly reputable institution back home. I have noticed that your insults have evolved into a thick thorn tree. Your social media names are striking and the kind of comments you deposit on each Facebook updates is enough to conclude that end-time is now.

Your sinus problem has become incurable, I hardly understand the English you speak anymore, why this British or American accent when your conversations are largely between you, Indians or Pilipinos? when your twang is installed, the thinking that compliments that twang should have been installed as well, even if the Rs and the Ls still mean what they meant back home. Why can’t you surprise me with being real for once even after I agreed that the Mediterranean is the new Pacific?

I have respected your marriage to that ancestor and not confused it to some union of convenience even though you are single at forty; I have not been in your budget since am aware your family back home believes you swim in money in as much as your marital salary cannot suffice. Once your present ancestor passes on, I will not mention that you are ineffective following anal sexual escapades.

Sorry, do you hold any work permit? I was almost right. Not that the government is not aware that you hold no work permit, health insurances or even your own passport. Just like you are not fine with me penning down your experiences here, so is the authorities with giving you a work permit, they reckon that the dirty jobs will be left undone whereas it’s meant for you! That driving license you boast with is meant to be your official identification as long as you are here. Don’t worry the police understands that you should drop Mudir to the brothel and sleep in the car the whole night as you wait for him to return right? You generally need the driving license most especially if the car is your house.

From being a local champion who took off from the untarred runway of King Ndagala Nasivembe International airport, you have hurriedly adopted finesse, should I call it practicality or just painful acculturation? Your vulgar speech has quickly been replaced with biblical and quranic inspirational quotes, I see them all over your social media pages along with photos of mouth-watering foods that are not eaten by your good self. Thumbs up to he that took you through the express religious training.

You are really someone that I look up to. Having the passport that brings you here automatically exempts you from the absolute poverty list. You are not the person to be featured in the absolute poverty journals as the truth is that you are relatively poor but not absolutely poor! This you should be reminded as you struggle to close all truth sources of you life abroad.

Ooh my dear guest-worker since you came here has been no labour shortage, neither have the shelves of ‘temporary labour migrants’ run out of stock. I have acknowledged you as part of this historic labour migration movement and your constitution to this remarkable geographical region. I have publicly declared that your high literacy and education levels are exploited. I have highlighted that the growth of the ‘Khafeel system’ for recruitment is a national economic activity that should grossly affect the annual GDP if not already in the national budget. Suddenly you fight me for fighting for you.

Will you ever admit that you have cried. Yes cried in secret over an act or even a statement that sounded racist and unfair to you? Should I not mention that you have missed a lot of promotions because you not brightly coloured enough to take that position? Who should tell your family the truth that half the times the money remitted by you is loaned? You still keep the  woman you love with full knowledge that you share her with another pale and wrinkly being on the other side of town, I should be quiet because cancer is not a communicable disease right?

There is a real paucity of information on trafficking and the general negative reports on the situations of the foreign female workers in this remarkable geographical region. Hm what of that anal sexual escapade, young men are forcibly made impotent at a monthly rental fee. The poor quality data on the large immigrant communities does not give you indication of gender and even the data on nationalities are unreliable. I begin the journey to finding out how many of your country men have died and how  their carcasses were disposed then I become your victim too? Dear guest-worker in Dubai, leave me alone to do my job!